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someone new

LOUIS
// let's go somewhere quiet...//

It happened when I was walking to my locker before lunch. Niall was with me, listing off all the colleges he was applying for but all I was thinking about was math class. Today he looked at me, and he didn't grimace when he saw me.

Granted, he's never seen me before. But I was glad there was no cringing.

But when Niall and I sat down for another lunch to ourselves, we were joined by Harry himself. The 6"1 long haired Greek God sat right across from me and I almost went into cardiac arrest.

"Hi," he said loud and clear. my heart thumping once the words left his thin lips,

"Hi there," I breathe in and out subtly, "how are you?"

"Pretty good," he shrugs, running a hand through his hair and pushing it back, "but I kind of want to know about you."

And why would you want to know about the boy that practically stalks you?

THAT'S WHAT I WANTED TO SAY.

But of course, I played it cool and simply asked why.

"Because I feel like getting to know someone new." He had answered me and added in a small wink, giving my tummy the urge to do somersaults.

Niall pinches me under the table and I pinch him back, letting him know that I'm alive.

"Can we, take a walk?"

I look at Niall, pleading him to help me out. But instead of some helpful friendly advice, he pushes me towards him with a wink,

"You can steal him for a bit!"

Harry gives me an endearing smile, holding his hand out,

"Ready?"

My eyes widen and I push his hand slightly to the side, afraid of what's to come with our little field trip. I feel the stares as Harry holds the door open for me. We walk towards the senior hallway, and I realize he's taking me to his locker.

"You're so quiet..."

"I most definitely am."

"What can I do to make you scream?"

He catches me off guard and my breath hitches in the middle of my throat,

"Excuse me?"

"How can I get you to talk?"

I know he changed his wording, but I proceed to answer him anyway,

"Give me a reason."

He stops abruptly, backing me up into a row of lockers,

"What kind of reason Louis?"

"You know my name?"

He chuckles, leaning in closer,

"We have like... one class together."

"I'm not that important that you remember my name."

"You're right; you're important to the point that I remember what color your eyes are."

He pushes off the lockers, and far from my body. Looking me dead in the eye, he tugs at his bottom lip with his pearly white teeth before walking away from me, leaving me astonished and drowning in his ecstasy.